Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome
D linked me to this article (or blog postish type thingy) by Joss Wheadon - of Firefly fame (yes, I know he did Buffy and that other thing, but I loved Firefly…and it’s my blog — so nah!). Read the whole thing. I don’t know why I am endlessly surprised by men who really respect women, who try to understand where the toughness and tenderness and coexist. I’ve never been of the mind that women are better than men, that we are superior, but there’s something to our ability to create life that no man can take away.
This may be hypocritical of me to say. I’m well aware that I don’t want children (thank you — did my spawning at 16 — the genes have been spread) but I can still create life if I chose. My womb is a cyclic dance, endlessly moving and changing. That will never end. And it seems, neither will the violence against women. Why are we so frightening? Why is it okay to subjugate women to a male ego.
Please understand that I am not saying this as an abused or even irritated woman. I’m married to the kindest man in the universe, and my brother is similarly reverent of women. There are many people in my life who have never hit a woman or talked down to them or demeaned them. But theres always someone out there who thinks it is okay to denigrate their wife or emotionally abuse their mother. Or… that it’s okay to hit.
I realize this is kind of unfocused rambling, but this issue rings in a place I thought long healed. It’s tickling at memories I would like to forget. If you love a woman, any woman, remember that we deserve respect and kindness and an equal footing in society, otherwise, we are just perpetuating stereotypes over and over again.
For the record — I’ve been many things a woman’s not supposed to be: blunt, uncompromising, sexually adventurous, fierce, and thoughtful. That will never change. You can call me a bitch, a slut, crazy and emotional — it’s all about the adjectives, I guess. But you can’t take away the fact that I’m a strong woman.
I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. - Dr. Suess
Claire
May 22nd, 2007 at 10:34 am
Well said. In a similar vein, there was an article around yesterday about how women are more evolved because we have one more hole in our bodies. I don’t know about that but the being able to create life thing does seem to hold more water.
Hollie
May 22nd, 2007 at 1:17 pm
yeah! I am a woman!
Meow
May 22nd, 2007 at 1:25 pm
Hollie
May 22nd, 2007 at 5:21 pm
Wednesday?? call me!
jewlie
May 22nd, 2007 at 6:34 pm
So this is completely off subject (even though Joss Whedon kicks major ass!) but my dad decided to start a blog, and I think you and your readers will enjoy it. So go here: http://producer1.wordpress.com/ and leave comments, cause he really wants comments.:) love you, and I had a great time today. Oh did I mention that Joss Whedon kicks ass? Cause he does!
Master of the T
May 22nd, 2007 at 7:59 pm
i mean no disrespect with regard to the article…I’ll talk to you on im about it (I totally agree with what he is saying)…but I have to say…there is nothing wrong with Buffy.
Meow
May 23rd, 2007 at 7:35 am
ROFL Cat — I would disagree. Firefly was the best show ever. Le sigh
Dawn
May 23rd, 2007 at 6:23 pm
Ok so here’s the thing…hammerhead sharks are no procreating without copulation..and in the same day I see this and a pictoral of foot binding…the lovely process of crusing the bones in a woman’s foot for quaint little asian shoes. All I can offer, is my all time favorite poem and hope we’re more like hammerheads…
A Work of Artifice
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
Marge Piercy
Meow
May 24th, 2007 at 11:57 am
that’s beautiful dawn.
Footbinding is such a horrific practice. It hurts me just to think of it. (both physically and emotionally)